Crazy Rich Asians Trilogy Novels & Stories

“They have everything. Money, houses, cars, while I beg for change. Rich men are all the same. Arrogant, selfish, they think the world belongs to them. If I ever met one… I’d take him for everything he’s worth. I’d make him pay for every meal I missed, every night I cried. I’d use him until I had enough, then leave him with nothing. They deserve to be used, just like they use everyone else.” He stopped reading. The room went dead silent. Luna looked between her parents, confused. “Daddy? Why does Mommy write that?” Aiden adjusted his glasses, watching carefully, sensing the heavy tension. “It was written five years, three months, and eleven days ago. Before she met you. Before the triplets e

“How famous is your family?” Xavier’s brows rose, though there was no mockery in his expression. “That depends on who you ask.” Joe, who had returned with another pot of tea, looked as though he was trying not to smile. “I mean it,” I said. “I knew you were wealthy, but I did not know it was like this.” “That it was this much?” Xavier asked. I lowered my eyes. “Yes.” He leaned back in his chair. “The Combs name is old money, Sharon. My grandfather built the foundation, my father expanded it, and I run the business now. Technology is only one part of it.”

as a license to spoil me into oblivion. Even now, one of the boxes sat open on the coffee table as Jess lounged on the other end of the couch, scrolling through her phone and groaning about the latest delivery. “He’s really going all out,” she muttered, glancing at the silk baby blanket folded neatly next to me. “A whole baby blanket made of cashmere? Are we raising the royal baby or what?” I smiled faintly, fingering the soft fabric. “I think he’s just… excited.” “Excited is one thing. But I don’t even think Christian was this excited,” Jess said, rolling her eyes. “And your husband is already walking around here like he invented fatherhood.”

Clara stole a glance at me, one that seemed to ask if I was insane for making such an expensive order. "I'm the luckiest billionaire's wife, remember?" I asked in sarcasm. "Ohh... Pardon my manners," her face glittered in amusement. We ate in silence, the sweet aroma of various expensive delicacies filled the air. As the food went down my tiny throat, I couldn't help but feel a thrill of satisfaction and pride wash over me. I knew it wouldn't be so easy being a billionaire's wife for the next 20 months but I was ready to give it whatever it would take. I had already tasted this life of luxury and I wouldn't stop for nothing.

He wants me to pretend to be his girlfriend, then marry him, and if possible, bore him an heir, and in return, he pays me the sum of $500,000. Mia's jaw dropped. "What? That's insane! And amazing! At the same time" Isabella nodded. "I know, right? I'm still trying to process all of it, it seems like a dream to me." "Tell me everything! What did he say exactly?" as she jumped up in excitement.

Because that’s who she was—loyal, loving, always trying to please me. But instead, I chased after someone whose only goal was extravagance. In just one month, I’ve bought Emmanuella 366 bags, 400 shoes, and 30 wigs. Honestly, I lost count of the dresses. It sounds ridiculous, but this is my reality now. Every day, it’s the same: “Babe, what about the bags and cash you promised?” I’m done. Absolutely done. I’ve learned my lesson the hard way. I want back what I threw away. Rebecca was everything—modest, understanding, and the best cook I’d ever known. Emmanuella couldn’t even make toast without burning it.

It's so unfair that Bailey isn't getting punished for the deeds she's done, all because her father is literally in the top five percent of the wealthiest men in the world. Bailey thinks she's untouchable, but she's not. I will find a way to make her pay for killing Mai. I feel so bad for Alessi, though. He doesn't want to be a dad yet. He has a whole career plan in place. Becoming a father doesn't fit into those plans. I've pumped Fly-girl so full of sperm, I wish she got pregnant so she can show up on my doorstep with the news. I know that won't happen, though, because I believed her when she said she's on birth control. She can be very meticulous, reminding me of Alessi a little bit.

"It's your braveness for me grandpa. I just really can't believe how you could feel comfortable talking to me about this when you know that you've shamed me in front of Jenny by letting me know that she was more important than me in your life and for that you're willing to do anything she requested you to do. I'm saddened to see that you're being controlled by her but I won't blame you though. I can see that you can't make decisions on your own and since you've mostly talked with her before Calling me, I will suggest you send someone so he could come and carry the car which you've bought for me, grandpa. If you don't make any movement on that then I have no choice but to send someone to take

She’d been queasy all day, her stomach bearing the brunt of the stress. “You first,” Josie deferred. “So, it looks like I managed not only to find two amazingly hot, wonderful guys who happen to be in a secret, complicated—” Josie snorted as Laura emphasized that word “—relationship and we turned it into a great threesome. Oh. Yeah. And they happen to be billionaires and never bothered to tell me because—because—” She faltered there. Why in the hell hadn’t they told her about their money?

I said calmly, "There's no need to beg. The law will deal with you." The car moved, passing him by. Kian slumped on the ground, watching my car vanish from his sight in despair. The next day, Brandon suddenly sent me a video. The footage was of a shabby, small rental apartment. After Sandra was kicked out, she could not bear to sell her luxury bags and jewelry, so she could only afford to live there. Kian, eyes bloodshot, was smashing and cutting apart her belongings, including her bags, dresses, and cosmetics.